Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Fourty-Two

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A double update?? Who am I??

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"Hold on, what is it again?"

"Oh my-," Sam rolled his eyes as he scooped what he would call a good bite, making sure there was a little bit of everything, "Just try it."

Bucky allowed Sam to put the spoon in his mouth, eyes widening in surprise.

"Good, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky nodded, now more confident in eating his own bowl, "Wow, Sarah, this is amazing. Seriously, soo good."

Danny watched Bucky start to scarf the food down, trying not to stare with no avail. He was hunched over the food, leaving little space in between bites.

"Yes, Sarah, thank you for the food."

She only laughed in response, waving them both off.

"Did you not have very much food in the thirties, Bucky? Because of the depression?"

"Danny!"

Sarah choked slightly on her food, trying to hide her laughter as Sam's face turned red— how it'd been for most of the evening. But like every odd question Danny threw at him, Bucky answered without a problem.

"No, or at least, not food like this."

"Because you were poor?"

Bucky laughed, stopping to wipe his mouth and answer properly, "No, uh, my family was very fortunate not to have been affected very much by the depression. I had friends who were though."

"I thought the paper said you only had one friend, Captain America."

"Well-," Bucky went to correct him, but then deemed it a loss cause, "Yeah. Steve was poor."

"Interesting!"

Sam buried part of his face in his hand, unable to hide his embarrassment any longer. Bucky giggled a little bit, rather enjoying Sam's distress, that only made Danny call him out.

"Samuel, eat your food! Your sister made you this meal, and you're letting it get cold because you're giggling into your hand."

Everyone turned to Sam, his two nephews having stopped talking as well.

"Yeah, doll, it's good," Bucky encouraged, before his face twisted in concern, "You alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Sam shoved a bite in his mouth, all his previous excitement replaced with a will for the dinner to end.

"Tell me, Bucky," Danny eyed him, "Are you employed?"

"Not how I'd like to be," Bucky admitted, "Caught up in the missions."

Danny nodded in respect, "I see, saving our country. Tell me then, how do you live? With no money?"

This time, Bucky gained the attention of everyone at the table, and he realized that he never mentioned how his bank account was full. How he never had to worry about working for as long as he'd live.

"Well, my parents weren't badly impacted by the depression or the war. So, when our country needed some help, they bought as many bonds for the government as they could find," Bucky began, carefully choosing his words to not expose how much he truly had,

"So when they passed, along with my sister, the money that was written out to me was taken by the insurance company, and the government didn't have to pay anything back," he explained, before gesturing to himself, "But then, ninety years later, here I am. The insurance company was caught, and the government wanted to make good on their promises, so I've got a little bit of change to make due until I settle down for a job."